On the vast land, the pitch-black train almost merged with the night. It moved with the roar of machinery and waves of snow. It ran so fast that it seemed that nothing like past hatred could catch up with it.
Lorenzo opened the car door, and the cold wind rushed in. The soft moonlight was dispersed by the snow curtain, turning the dark night into a hazy gray. They were like the mist of old Dunling, covering every place.
An indistinguishable sound sounded behind the curtain, as if a monster was moving under the heavy snow.
He lowered his head and looked at the pocket watch in his hand. It had been a long time since they boarded the train. It was already late at night. They were now far away from the gathering place of humans. At this moment, only this train was traveling alone within a radius of dozens of kilometers.
Putting away his pocket watch and closing the door, Lorenzo muttered something in a low voice, seeming to be counting the time.
There was a slight noise in the dim carriage, and Seleu woke up. She was wrapped in a blanket, like a caterpillar waiting to break out of its cocoon.
"You can still sleep a little longer, we still have time."
Lorenzo said.
In the darkness, the girl shook her head.
"I've had enough sleep."
She sat up and leaned against the goods. In fact, she was still a little sleepy, but it was indeed difficult to fall asleep in this situation.
A faint pungent smell echoed in the carriage, which seemed to be some kind of chemical agent. The carriage shook slightly, just like a mother's cradle, but this cradle was made of steel and was running on the rails at a speed of dozens of kilometers per hour.
"It's a bit like before."
Lorenzo lit a cigarette, and a bright firelight lit up in the darkness, illuminating half of his tired face.
"Before? What happened in Gaulonaluo?"
Seleu thought about it as he spoke.
It was like this many years ago, nesting in a corner of the night, two people chatting casually.
At that time, Seleu's world was just that forgotten town. The moment Lorenzo took her out of the town, she suddenly understood the "outside world".
In an instant, her world became bigger, from that small town to Gaulnaro, to Inverg.
"No, it will take longer, probably when I am still in the Demon Hunting Order."
Lorenzo recalled.
"That's how everyone was at that time. When they were tired of chasing heretics, they would just find a place to rest. They would sit around a bonfire, leaning on a nailed sword, without speaking or communicating. Against the background of the fire, every pious person looked like a pious man.
Warriors of God.”
He said and laughed.
This is a wonderful feeling. Although there is no sound, you can clearly know that you are not alone. As the flames sway, you can hear their breathing and feel their presence.
"You look like you miss those days."
"Yeah, the evangelical church is stupid, but what does that have to do with where I grew up?"
Lorenzo thought about the past.
"We are all good people, even though the good people are all dead."
"Is that why you want to kill Dean Lawrence so much?"
"Of course, those were all my good friends, and they died so mysteriously. He thought he was fighting for the sacred, but he didn't know that all this was due to Lawrence's betrayal."
His voice was calm.
"What a pity. Demon hunters don't have names. All we have is a boring codename... I can't engrave some numbers on the tombstone."
No one responded. Seleu could not understand Lorenzo's feelings. The so-called empathy was actually very limited. All she could do was remain silent.
After a long time, she picked up the candy and chewed it, making a soft sound, like a rabbit gnawing grass.
"Are you still scared?"
"Of course, the great Mr. Holmes."
Seleu sneered.
"I'm just an ordinary weak woman. I'm not like you. The demon hunter can still be alive and kicking when he's shot. But I'm really dead when I'm shot."
"...It's not a good thing to be too mature." Lorenzo said.
"Yes, according to my normal state of mind, I should cry and scream, begging you to let me go home."
Seleu said.
"It was like when Yawei wanted to take me to some banquet. Actually, I didn't want to go. I hate unfamiliar people. It felt like an auction. I was an exhibit on the stage, showing everyone the Stuart family's treasures.
new toy."
"But Yawei is very good to me. Although the old housekeeper can be very rigid sometimes, he is really very good to me. I don't want to embarrass him, so I have to bite the bullet, one after another."
she muttered.
"Actually, I should have cried and screamed. That would have made everything a lot easier."
Lorenzo laughed at this, and his voice came from the darkness.
"I still remember the first time I saw you."
"It's not the time you remember. In fact, I saw you earlier."
Lorenzo recalled that windy and snowy alley, remembering that the man was dragging Seleu away, and the girl's reaction at that time was far beyond Lorenzo's imagination.
Listening to Lorenzo's words, the memory gradually became clearer. She remembered the dream in which she was chased by hounds... In fact, that was her memory. At that time, she was dragged away by a man, and when the dark water submerged her, she
I also remembered what I was holding tightly.
"You're so fierce. You picked up a stone on the ground and smashed it down hard."
Lorenzo thought about the scene at that time, the man's scream, and the girl's escape. At that time, he was still a little unsure of Seleu's identity, but after that, he was sure that this was the person he was looking for.
The stone was her dagger, anything she could grab and smash the shackles.
"But now let alone a stone, even a sword can't kill you."
Seleu said unceremoniously that Lorenzo is her shackle now.
"I can't help it. We have a life-long friendship. It's not too much to lend your life to me."
The relationship between the two is a bit abnormal. They are obviously criminals and hostages, but under that strange trust, they are like friends traveling together happily, reminiscing about the past, talking nonsense along the way, and then happily walking towards death.
Seleu suddenly understood why Lorenzo and Oscar got along so well. Someone who could write such a hellish story could also understand Lorenzo's thinking.
The boy needs a red rose to please the girl. With the help of the big tree, the little nightingale dyes the flower with blood for the boy's wish, but the girl doesn't like the flower. The boy denounces love. In the end, the flower is meaningless.
, just disappeared in the wind.
The poor little nightingale died just for a little kid, but no one remembers its sacrifice.
"I suddenly felt...I am that little nightingale."
Seleu looked into the darkness, but the fire had gone out.
"For your damn idea, I'm going to dye roses red with blood. I don't know if you, a little brat, will ever praise me."
"Of course I will praise you. If I have a child in the future, how about I name him after you?"
"Are you worthy?"
"Ah hahaha, it's not easy to take advantage of the Stuart family!"
Weird joy filled the dimly lit carriage.
In fact, this place is a trap, luring Dean Lawrence to arrive.
"But don't say that, Seleu, I hate little brats."
The witcher's voice echoed in the darkness.
"If I had to have a role in the story, I would be the big tree."
"Big tree?"
Seliu didn't understand. In the story, the big tree proposed the idea of sacrificing himself for the little nightingale. In the melodious singing, he lost his friend forever.
But Lorenzo didn't respond to him. He lowered his eyes in the darkness, gently rubbed the dial with his fingers, and watched the time go by little by little.
"I'm starting to understand you, Lorenzo."
she said.
No one can guess a demon hunter who wants to disguise himself. He survived that burning night, and he still misses his friends.
Lorenzo raised his head in confusion, looked at the darkness Seleu was in, and clenched his hands. Every inch of the metal of the pocket watch was deeply imprinted into his flesh and blood, and he could clearly feel every dent in it.
with bumps.
"Yes, a person's world actually has a scope. My world at that time was that small town, but you opened a bigger door for me... Those of your former friends are also your world, those people are familiar with you.
, I know you and understand you, but one day they all die and no one in this world knows your past."
The sound is very soft, like a slowly playing movement.
"That Lawrence ruined your world, I would kill him by any means necessary."
"But Lorenzo, the meaning of your life is too pitiful."
Lorenzo didn't know, "Pity?"
The great detective Lorenzo Holmes, a former demon hunter of the Medanzo branch of the Demon Hunting Order, chats and laughs with the underworld boss Shrike, and is a brother-in-law with Arthur, the head of the secret agency. He can cut down demons with his raised hand and catch them with his low hand.
Mistress.
Lorenzo's all-powerful first half of his life was by no means pitiable. If he told Oscar, he might have written a novel with millions of words... But for a while, he didn't know how to refute Seleu, just like
Even if someone says something right, it seems powerless to refute it.
"You are really pitiful. We all have a lot of meaning in existence. Some people do it for their family, their children, their ideals, a better tomorrow, and even a delicious breakfast... In short, there are many things that drive everyone to live."
Seleu's voice echoed.
"But you are different, Lorenzo. The meaning of your existence is only for revenge. Those who took away your past. If you kill Lawrence, you will continue to kill monsters until you kill all the monsters."
"Although you have a fulfilling life, taking classes here and there and working as a detective, in fact this is just your disguise. A lunatic cannot blend into this society. You need to pretend to be more like a human being."
"But you're not a person, you're a weapon that reads Lorenzo Holmes.
Your real life is completely filled with violence and anger. Look at how excited you are when you kill monsters. Only then do you feel that you are truly alive. Only then can you go back to a long time ago and return to hunting.
While the Demonic Cult still exists, pretend that your friends are still there, and everyone can happily kill demons."
Seliu concluded, and couldn't help but marvel at his conclusion.
"Your life is too hellish! The listeners will cry when they hear it!"
The voice was brisk, like a conversation between friends, but it seemed so heavy.
Suddenly something came. Before Lorenzo could prepare a word to retaliate, he raised his head sharply, and then a cold metal pressed against his forehead. With the witcher's eyesight, he could distinguish it in the dark.
This person in front of me.
"Lorenzo, you are planning something, right?"
Seleu carried a thermite rifle and put it on Lorenzo's head. Although he didn't know what this thing was, judging from the appearance of the firearm, Seleu knew it was a weapon.
She dug this out from the pile of goods. After opening the wooden cover, it was filled with such weapons. The conversation just now only diverted Lorenzo's attention. At this moment, Seleu held her stone tightly.
"You madman, this was not a temporary hijacking from the beginning, right? You avoided everyone's sight. What on earth do you want to do?"
Lorenzo is a madman but she is not, and the abnormal trust gradually breaks down, Seleu asked in a shocked voice.
Everything was very strange. The two escaped from the industrial area extremely smoothly. The train schedule and the temporary train change. Lorenzo may have known the existence of this secret line, but how did he know that it would accurately arrive at a certain time?
Appear?
At that time, the visual range of the thick snow curtain was extremely short. If it were not for that brief approach, no one would have noticed that a dark train had just moved parallel to them.
Not to mention the key to open the car and the weapons in this car.
"You planned all this...what exactly do you want to do?"
Seryu questioned.
Lorenzo did not answer in a hurry. Instead, he picked up his pocket watch and watched the time fly by.
"Just right, almost done."
"What's the matter? Tell me clearly! Lorenzo!"
Seleu put the thermite rifle harder against Lorenzo's forehead and put his finger on the trigger, trying to make the witcher obey.
But Lorenzo said with a bit of a smile.
"Seleu, actually I have been thinking about it for a long time, thinking about what Dean Lawrence wants?"
"Why are you worthy of his attention?"
Without fear of the muzzle, Lorenzo continued speaking.
"If he wants to shake the purge mechanism, then he should try to hunt down Arthur. If he wants to shake Yin Erweg's rule, he should try to kill the queen."
"Of course, I don't know how feasible this is, but at least it is."
She stretched out her hand, grasped the muzzle of the gun, and opened it. Seleu's strength was no match for Lorenzo. She tried to pull the trigger, but there was no response.
"This weapon needs to be ignited."
Lorenzo answered casually.
Seliu didn't know how to use these weapons at all, she was just a little girl who knew how to hit people with stones.
Pulling away the weapon, Seleu rolled onto the ground. Although her vision was dark, she could see Lorenzo clearly because the burning whiteness in his pupils lit up the darkness.
His face was expressionless, just like the sculpture in the church, the angel delivering divine punishment.
Seleu felt fear for the first time, stemming from the fear emanating from Lorenzo.
"So like before, this is another scam?"
At that time, Lorenzo lied to her, saying that he was her distant relative, so he deceived Seliu back to Old Dunling. But this time he deceived Seliu here with a strange story. This demon hunter has been there since
I couldn't believe it from the beginning, and I actually expected it.
"maybe."
Lorenzo said, grabbing Seleu's clothes and forcibly lifting her up.
"I have always been confused about Dean Lawrence's actions, but until one time... I had an overwhelming inspiration, and I suddenly understood."
"He possesses the Book of Revelation, which is the key to refining the secret blood. The church was severely damaged and unable to make an effective pursuit, and the purification mechanism is unable to pose a threat to it."
"This is already a very good terrorist. The last thing he needs now is just...the foundation to support it all."
He looked at the girl beside him and looked directly into her cold eyes.
"So, with you, the Stuart family as the hub, and that weird 'memetic pollution', he must be able to corrode a huge group in an instant, right?"
Seliu's heart suddenly became cold.
"Yes, that's how it should be. You are connected by the grant of war. This is an oath and a contractual commitment. This can be connected."
"With that illusory oath, he may be able to control a huge system... He may not be able to do it for a while. The beacon of trust has been planted, and the virus will only continue to spread."
The girl's face was pale.
"How can it be."
"That's the fact. Dean Lawrence owns the Holy Grail. Just mentioning its forgotten name will cause trouble, let alone the oath paid for with blood."
Weird memories echoed in his mind. Lorenzo didn't know how the Demon Hunting Order finally contained the Holy Grail, but the fear in his instinct warned him, but then he laughed.
"That's probably what it means to be a family."
"So, like I said, I won't know what choice I will make until the real thing comes."
Lorenzo smashed the wooden box with one punch, and the weapons and ammunition stored inside poured out. He randomly selected a few and inserted them into his waist.
"I defeated Dean Lawrence once in the [Gap], and I also robbed a part of his consciousness. I know exactly what he will do."
"His body can no longer support it. The flesh and blood of the Holy Grail is about to kill him. He has no time to wait... He is already here."
Lorenzo suddenly put down the girl and covered her head with both hands, which seemed to calm the trembling body.
"Don't be afraid of Seleu, you just get used to this kind of thing."
The witcher comforted her and injected a Florund potion directly into Seleu's body. The chaotic vision suddenly became clear. Then the girl saw the overturned box and the Florund potion inside.
It has been injected empty.
"Lorenzo..."
Seleu saw the clear row of needle holes on Lorenzo's neck. At some point, the madman injected all the medicine.
"There is nothing I can do. He is too strong, so hopelessly strong... I have tried my best to restrict Dean Lawrence, but in the face of that terrible erosion, this is still a problem."
From the beginning, this Florund potion was not prepared for Seleu, she just happened to use it by the way. The real user was Lorenzo, who needed to stay awake in the face of that fear.
Seleu looked at him in confusion. It was difficult for her to tell whether this demon hunter was good or bad. This lunatic wanted to use himself to seduce Dean Lawrence, but he also bet on his own life.
The overdose of medicine caused Lorenzo's demeanor to become distorted, and his blood vessels swelled. It seemed that this fragile mortal body would collapse in the next second.
The anger has been burning, almost gushing out of this persistent body.
"You also see the monster in my consciousness. You can't defeat her, and that weird [gap] can't save you anymore, so you can only go there in person, right?"
Under Watson's threat, Dean Lawrence no longer dared to attack from the [gap], he would come in person.
Lorenzo seemed to be not just talking to Seleu, he was staring closely into the girl's eyes, the ice blue pupils reflecting the heavy snow curtain.
The silence was broken in an instant, and countless sounds rang out around the carriage, as if millions of people were banging on the carriage. A sharp crash sounded, as if countless sharp knives were cutting the metal, emitting dazzling sparks.
Seleu couldn't contain the coldness in her heart. She grabbed Lorenzo's hand tightly. In despair, the only thing she could hold on to was this damned demon hunter.
The wind and snow reflected in the eyes appeared in the eyes of another person. A scarlet figure stood on the roof of the car where the wind was roaring, and the nail sword in his hand was already covered with a thin layer of ice.
"It's really good."
Dean Lawrence admired.
The low temperature and coldness greatly limited the power of the demon. Except for Lorenzo and Seleucid, there was no living person within a few kilometers, which directly cut off the possibility of Dean Lawrence invading other people's consciousness and escaping the battlefield.
This is a desperate place, this is the battlefield that Lorenzo carefully selected for him.